"Where is that mask?" Chu Yue asked with her spiritual consciousness.
The deep-sea dragon replied: "In the hidden space in the boundless sea of the Little Chongtian, there is my back garden. Over the past ninety thousand years, I have put all the good things I picked up from the Little Chongtian in the back garden. Ba,
You said before that this is rag picking, the ultimate secret of making money."
Chu Yue: "..."
It turns out that she actually deceived this stupid dragon like this ninety thousand years ago.
I have to say is.
The deep-sea dragon that voluntarily purified away evil spirits is much cuter than it was just now.
The reason why the deep sea dragon suddenly woke up and released the evil energy that had been accumulated for many years was probably because of the battle between Wulianghai and Chu Yue.
Except for the change in time and location, it is almost a replica of the battle between the Snow City Dragon and the girl.
"Ba."
The voice of the dragon sounded again: "You are connected with my soul, so you can use me as a bridge to go to the hidden space."
Listening to the earnest and solemn words "Ba", Chu Yue felt her scalp numb and her hair standing on end.
Even though he had planted the cause himself, he couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart.
"Um--"
Chu Yue responded calmly and prepared to use her soul to communicate with the deep sea dragon and open the hidden door together to retrieve the mask.
"That, Ba..."
The deep sea dragon stopped talking for a long time.
She looks like a constipated and shy little woman.
"If you fart, let it go."
Chu Yue frowned and said coldly.
The deep sea dragon laughed twice before saying, "Can Ba help me stop the bleeding? Otherwise, I will die."
Chu Yue later realized that the stab wound on the back of the deep sea dragon was bleeding continuously.
The roots of his ears turned red for no apparent reason, and he put his fist to his lips and coughed.
Immediately, the elixir stored in Shennong's space was taken out to stop the bleeding of the deep sea dragon who was about to burp.
Then Chu Yue discovered that this was a bottomless pit.
Even if all the elixirs in her storage bag and Shennong's space were emptied, it would only be able to stop the bleeding at the tip of the iceberg.
In desperation, he had to quietly use some divine power to heal the deep sea dragon's heart veins.
At the same time, my mood became complicated.
Just like an old father who loves and hates his rebellious son.
At this moment, the young men from Kyushu who participated in the dragon-slaying banquet in Xiaozhongtian all stepped through the Thunder Flame Gate in order and returned to the Beizhou military aircraft.
Yu Weiyu looked back at Chu Yue in front of the Thunder Flame Gate.
He raised his eyebrows in confusion.
For this genius who came from a vassal country, she couldn't figure out his approach at all.
Fu Bilian pulled her lips and let out a sneer: "Ye Chuyue, what does this mean? She was the one who wanted to kill the deep sea dragon, and now she is pretending to heal him. Who are you showing this hypocrisy to?"
Yu Weiyu raised her lips and smiled, lowering her voice and saying, "Now Shengnu Fu understands that there is a reason why your performance at the Dragon Slaying Banquet was not as good as hers."
The implication of his words was that Fu Bilian could not imitate Ye Chuyue's sanctimony.
Only then did he lose to Ye Chuyue at the dragon-slaying feast that attracted the attention of all warriors in Lingtian Continent.
Sure enough, Fu Bilian was instantly coaxed into elation.
The pent-up anger disappeared in an instant.
As a result, Yu Weiyu becomes more and more pleasing to the eye, and there is a sense of sympathy between heroes.
Fu Bilian said quickly: "Weiyu, your talent and strength are obvious to all. It's not like some people who have to rely on unrealistic dragon-slaying feasts to prove themselves. It's like some people who try their best to get a pheasant."
Transforming into a phoenix and becoming a noble person from Kyushu is completely different from being a native of Kyushu since birth."
Yu Weiyu smiled lightly.
Although he didn't reply, the relaxed brows and the expression on his face were all in agreement with what Fu Bilian said.
"Sad losers can only survive difficulties and desperate situations by comforting each other, and then wait triumphantly for the next failure. They have to spend the rest of their lives miserably in pitiful and embarrassing failures. It's so, so pitiful...
....”
The sudden sound turned the expressions of Fu Bilian and Yu Weiyu into an extremely ugly blue color.
Yu Weiyu looked over with cold eyes——
Li Qingran stood not far away.
The aqua blue dress on her body had already been stained red with blood.
His eyebrows and eyes were no longer as gentle as before. He looked at Yu Weiyu and Yu Weiyu sharply like the tip of a knife, and his eyes almost burst out of fire.
The words he said were so precise that they were embarrassed.
In the past, Li Qingran and Yu Weiyu were just acquaintances.
nowadays.
The two of them were on the verge of completely falling out.
Yu Weiyu's eyes were slightly cold, and he sneered coldly before stepping through the Thunder Flame Gate.
"Li Qingran, I thought that you, the famous swordsman of Qionghua, the princess of Qingyu, would rely on your own hands to fight and kill in Xiaozhongtian to shine on the lintel. I didn't expect that you would just get the glory of my Tianlang Beizhou Ye Chuyue.
.”
Before Fu Bilian left, she did not forget to use all her energy to ridicule him.
Li Qingran's expression remained unchanged. Although his body was covered in scars, he stood upright.
immediately.
Many warriors came out of the Thunder Flame Sect from Little Chongtian one after another, until only the teenagers from the Chu Yue camp were left.
Each one of them stayed put and had no intention of going out, as if they were waiting for someone to give orders!
A stick of incense has passed.
Chu Yue was still treating the wounds of the deep sea dragon.
The people outside the Thunder Flame Gate were waiting anxiously and were gradually becoming impatient.
For a long time, the corners of Chu Yue's lips curled up slightly, and she lowered her eyes to look at the giant dragon in the deep sea. She spoke with her spiritual consciousness: "The diagnosis fee is 100 million spiritual stones. I will go to your hidden garden later to get the diagnosis fee."
The deep sea dragon was squinting his eyes and enjoying the process of his wounds being treated.
Hearing this, his eyes suddenly opened like bells.
There is also the illusion of being deceived.
"Ba, you don't follow martial ethics."
The tone of the deep sea dragon was very sad.
"Just think of yourself as someone who respects filial piety and respects hegemony." Chu Yue said jokingly.
The deep sea dragon always feels a bit weird.
But it racked its brains and couldn't figure it out.
"Go and open the hidden door."
As Chu Yue spoke, she quietly drew out the power of her soul, forming a state of shared soul with the deep sea dragon.
In this way, a ray of her consciousness can quietly detect the secrets of the hidden place, and also look for the Cang Sheng Sword and the Soul Fragments.
Xiaozhongtian is an independent world.
There must be a special reason why Madam Tianhuang entered Little Chongtian back then.
If possible, Chu Yue hopes to take this opportunity to peel off the cocoon.
Dig them out together, drain the fuel from the bottom of the cauldron, and counterattack the entire army!
A ray of consciousness followed the soul of the deep sea dragon into the chaotic land and approached the hidden space.
As for Chu Yue's body, she flew up into the air and returned to the military plane with Li Qingran, Ye Mo and other companions.
Because Chu Yue is missing a ray of spiritual consciousness, his body's perception ability and sensitivity will be reduced.
At this time.
Divine consciousness is passing through the hidden door.
Chu Yue's body spread out her long legs and crossed the Thunder Flame Gate.
Outside the door, the bright moon is in the sky, the stars are like light, and the gentle evening breeze is blowing on my face with a bit of coolness.
There was a man in a robe splashed with ink, walking slowly towards her with light flowing all over the ground, his purple eyes filled with the tenderness of the early autumn evening.